[camera flickers while the device is thrown away for a moment, then focuses on the carousel at some distance, and a very fast black blur of something that keeps hitting it and getting zapped back by an invisible barrier. Cue electricity, muttering, heavy breathing, rinse, repeat.]
Pathetic, useless, cursed freak, shouldn't talk, shouldn't touch, shouldn't breathe. The hell do they know - midget woman, like you’d have eyes to tell with him, you don’t even fight, all you do is steal -
[static electricity, clash, sound of something heavy getting thrown off]
Brat and Chan and Komui, whining, whining, whining, you don’t have mouths to say it? Fine, I’ll say it for you, it’s burning on all your tongues, isn't it, cowards: damn you, Lenalee Lee, scurrying off like a – like a – like a rat that doesn’t – doesn’t -
[hit; zapped.]
Marie – why the hell aren’t we moving, you bloody oaf, you getting cozy here, aren’t you, like the rest of them! Said we were leaving, so we’re – we’re - I’m -
[hit, zapped, hisssssssssss]
- tchhhhhhhhhhh, whatever, stay here. You people waiting in your bloody cages, I’m sick of you in this City, sick of your excuses, sick of – give way already - sick of – si... kah... hah.. hah...
[...and Duracell!Kanda stops, settling down by the carousel, a bit on the battered and exhausted side.]
Curse you to... hell... and back. Didn't... work.
[ooc: Too many new arrivals / departures / events = steam to blow off ._.v! He’ll have done to the carousel, courtesy of its barriers. Mod-approved!]